Tag Archives: death

Stop all the clocks, dismantle the sun. It’s too late for that – she’s already gone. We should have pressed pause before she died, We just didn’t know it or else we’d have tried. Our tears kept on falling as … Continue reading →

First of all, apologies for not having read and commented on the entries from last week. I’ve spent most of the last week at my lovely Nan’s, sitting at her bedside and holding her hand. She’d been ill for a … Continue reading →

My dad didn’t come home from work today. Two men in dark suits knocked our door, and mum cried. The newspapers said he was a hero. They said he was brave, saved lives. They said he should have a medal. … Continue reading →

My Grandad died. I only saw him last week. The doctor said he was getting better. His newspaper is still open on the table, and the air still smells of his pipe tobacco. It’s as if he’s just gone out … Continue reading →